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We met by chance, the world stood still, A spark returned, it always will. Once before, so long ago, You claimed my heart you didn’t know.   I built a life, my children near, Yet still my heart held love sincere. Through tiny hands and growing years, I learned of joy, and quiet tears. The years went by, both slow and fast, But thoughts of you would always last. Through life’s great turns, one truth stayed true— I never stopped thinking of you.   Then fate conspired, our stars

It’s hard being a girl in this world today—where mirrors talk louder than hearts sometimes say, where every scroll feels like a test, and perfection wears the prettiest dress. You wake up to noise before your feet hit the floor, a thousand voices telling you to be more—be thinner, be stronger, be kind but not weak, speak up, but not too much when you speak. School’s a maze of smiles and screens, of whispered truths and half-kept dreams, grades and goals and fitting in, and wo

I met you once, a lifetime ago, A spark too bright to fully show. The world pulled us in different streams, Yet you stayed tucked inside my dreams. The years rolled on — I lived, I grew, But part of me still reached for you. Your name would hum inside my heart, A love that paused but didn’t part. Then one soft day, fate turned the page, And there you stood — same eyes, same grace. The wait is over — love remains, Proof that true hearts find their lanes. Now laughter feels lik

When we first fall in love with someone, it often feels like a fairytale. We are drawn to their charm, their smile, and their presence. It is a time of excitement and joy, of getting to know each other and exploring the depths of a new relationship. Everything seems perfect, as if nothing could ever go wrong. But as time goes on, the initial excitement fades and the cracks begin to show. We start to see the flaws and imperfections of our partner, the scars from their past, th

I reach for the phone, then pull my hand back— forgetting, remembering, she won’t answer me back. Not the way she used to, not with warmth in her voice, not with stories and laughter, or a mother’s sure choice. She’s still here in body, but her mind has slipped free, a ghost in the daylight, drifting farther from me. Her eyes sometimes sparkle, a flicker, a flame, but moments later she forgets my name. I grieve her in pieces, a slow, silent theft—each day a goodbye to the lit

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